Harvest Moon

ravaged ladder house of straw fine hair on the face of a fetus the thumbprint of God

breakdowns are part of the act this time of year the rock concert’s fake fog taken straight from a Song Dynasty landscape

feedback feedback captive cormorants in choke collars unable to swallow even the ghost of a fish

nobody waxes poetic under spotlights as bright as these nobody lies down under tombstones as white as these

you have to drive an hour to find a dark enough night for dissolution poor moon poor harvest